Making my way, every day;
Walking the road, bearing the load.
Making it a little, but not all alone;
Starting a life, getting it going.
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Just a man, pausing in his daily walk to ponder.
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Monday, March 18, 2002
Hmmm, this semi-weekly update thing seems to be catching on (mostly because my life just keeps getting more and more hectic). Why haven't I heard from the grad schools I applied to? I'm beginning to wonder if I got in anywhere at all.... And why can't prof's be kind enough to give us a periodic heads-up about things on the syllabus? Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be taking care of that myself, but sometimes, you get so much going on that you lose a few things on the wayside. Ah well, I can't always presume that somebody will be there to to warn me. Of course, my growing relationship frustration only compunds my general problems. I wish women in general didn't find it so necessary to hide their feelings. They complain so much about guys being too dense to pick up on their signals - perhaps this should be a sign to them that they are not transmitting on a strong enough frequency to be picked up. Or, it could just be that I'm really horribly dense. Either way, it sucks. And why is it that girls feel compelled to NEVER EVER take a first step? I hesitate to speak for the male gender as a whole, but I doubt that they'll mind here: ladies, no guy in his right mind will react badly to a girl introducing herself. And maybe even (GASP!) striking up a conversation on top of that. I should qualify that statement with an admission that I am terribly shy, and know exactly how paralyzing that thought can be, but if I can do it, anyone can. And they can probably do it better than I can, as well. But, I digress. I just wish that, if any woman I know was interested in me, she wouldn't be afraid to talk to me - I would most definately not think anything the worse of her for it. Of course, nothing that I think about women really matters anyway - it isn't as if I interact with too many in a meaningful way. And why should they listen to me, anyway? Why would anybody want to give up that great system wherein one gets to do all the initial rejecting, without fear of it happening to them? You know, I bet that's enough ranting for a bit. Maybe, after I get set up in my new place at my new school, I can make (another) fresh start, and do things right. Until then, I guess I just go on as before, pretending that it doesn't bother me that I'm basically a social outsider. BLAH!
11:28 PM
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